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Aksel yanked his fly open and pulled out his thick, rock-hard cock.

Lucien wet his lips with his tongue, his heart beating faster.

Shrugging out of his jacket, Aksel spread it out on the grass and deposited Lucien on it.

Blushing, Lucien looked around self-consciously. Was he really going to allow Aksel to fuck him in broad daylight, so close to the house? This was madness. But God, he wanted it. He wanted to be filled up so badly. He wanted to be filled up by Aksel. Wanted to feel him as deep as possible.

“We don’t have time to take it slow,” Aksel said, spreading Lucien’s legs and settling between them. His voice was so deep and guttural, there was something animal about it. His scent became thicker and richer too, and Lucien whined in impatience, feeling another trickle of slick dribble down his thigh. Aksel smiled, his teeth looking sharper than usual. “But I don’t think you want it slow anyway.” And without further preamble, he lined up and pushed into him.

Lucien cried out, his eyes going wide.

“Quiet,” Aksel bit off as he finally bottomed out.

God. He was so big. So thick.

It felt marvelous, the fullness, the stretch, the deep, animal satisfaction of finally being taken by his—by an alpha. So full. He was so damn full.

“Fuck, you’re loving it,” Aksel said, looking at him with glazed, crazed eyes. “I knew you would. Your cunt is twitching and sucking my cock like a hungry mouth. You’re hungry, aren’t you? You were fucking born to have cock in you every minute of the day.”

“Aksel!” Lucien spluttered, but the filthy words only made him burn hotter. His hole wasthrobbing around Aksel’s cock, needing the friction, the act of being taken, used, filled up and bred. Lucien arched a brow. “I believe you said we didn’t have time for going slow.”

Laughing, Aksel buried his face against his throat and murmured, “As you wish.”

And he started thrusting, hard and fast. Lucien could only take it, going cross-eyed from the pleasure. Oh God, this must be what the word bliss meant. It felt so good, the way the hard, hot cock in him seemed to mold his insides into something else. Lucien couldn’t stop broken, wanton moans from leaving his mouth on every thrust of that thick, wonderful cock.

He clung to Aksel’s large body, his hands roaming all over his wide back before finally settling on his firm buttocks and pulling him deeper inside him. Deeper, more, yes, yes! The pressure in his belly thumped frantically alongside his racing heart, every muscle drawing up tighter and tighter with each thrust. He felt a sob catch in his throat as he arched up, trying to meet Aksel’s thrusts and fuck himself on his cock, chasing that addictive feeling. Almost, almost there—

Lucien shouted out as he came, clenching around the cock in him. The pleasure was explosive, almost too much, he couldn’t stand it, it felt like he was dying.

Aksel growled, gave a few hard, uneven thrusts, and came too, hastily pullingout as his knot started catching inside him.

Panting, Lucien stared at the cloudless sky above them, unable to think.

All he could feel was bliss. And fear.

They had barely finished but he already craved more.

Fuck.

Chapter Eleven

Over the next month, Lucien found out that it was incredibly hard to have a discreet affair when they lived under a shared roof with their family.

An affair. Was that what they had? The word didn’t seem to fit. Too small, too limited. Not strong enough.

Lucien had never felt so itchy in his own skin. Mealtimes were now torture, with him struggling to find the balance between looking at Aksel too little and too much. His acting skills had never been so tested before.

He was scared that his scent would betray him. These days, he positively reeked of Aksel’s scent, his own pheromones and sex.At least the Duke of Westcliff was gone now—another Xeus alpha wouldn’t have been fooled by the numerous showers Lucien took every day to remove the traitorous scents.

Lucien still wasn’t sure they were fooling anyone. He had caught Royce casting him and Aksel probing looks several times during dinner, and Vagrippa’s lips seemed to always be pressed into a thin line when she looked at them.

It made Lucien extremely self-conscious and painfully aware of the distance between him and Aksel. They were seated next to each other at dinner because they hadalways satthat way. Changing it now would only attract more attention. But were they sitting closer than was proper? Lucien tried to maintain an appropriate distance, but the space separating them seemed to just disappear every time he forgot to keep himself in check: his instincts took over and he subconsciously moved into Aksel’s personal space—or perhaps Aksel moved into his. Lucien hoped it was the latter, but he had a sneaking suspicion it was the former.

He’d always been needy for Aksel’s attention, even back when they had been children, taking comfort in his presence and scent, but this... This was something else. It was like fighting gravity—impossible.His body literally trembled with the urge to touch Aksel: grab his strong hand, rub his cheek against Aksel’s bicep or crawl into his lap and bury his face in his neck. And scent him. And cling. And scent him. And bite his neck. And cling.

God, it was fucking torture.

Rationally, Lucien understood what was going on: his omega instincts were going haywire because he hadn’t been claimed by what his body considered a suitable mate. That was why he was so needy and clingy: his body didn’t understand why his need was still unfulfilled, didn’t understand that he and Aksel could never be properly mated and bonded, could never hold hands. Or share a kiss. It wasn’t that kind of relationship. It was just an affair.